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You have not truly lived until you have removed a Billywig sting from the elbow of a small girl. Sandy Gudgeon spent the remainder of the lesson tethered to my desk to prevent her from floating off into the aether. Meanwhile, Sherman Hopkirk managed to swallow a Chizpurfle. I have absolutely no idea how or why, and I do not envy Madame Pomfrey right now. Or the Chizpurfle.
Yet another exciting day in the Care of Magical Creatures.
Was on my way to the library this afternoon when I ran into a sulky, monosyllabic Sirius. He did not have much to say and I didn't press. It wasn't the time nor the place. We did agree to talk at the weekend, though I admit that I am not much looking forward to it. It's very easy to imagine it's 1975 again and Sirius and I are having a row about his latest prank on Severus. He would pout and sulk his way back into my good graces and eventually I would cave in and we'd be all right again, trotting off after James to raid the kitchen or torment some first-years.
It was always like that with us back then, but it isn't now. Not anymore.
Spoke by fire with Narcissa last night, and as frazzled as the poor dear seemed she was still very gracious when I asked her advice on something. I think she was grateful for the distraction. At any rate I came away from the chat quite a bit wiser, and I hope that she was a little calmer. She needs to get away from being away, I think.
Ah, Severus is here with my potion. I think I'll keep him around for a quick bit of chess. I'm not really very tired tonight and he looks surly. Perfect.
Yet another exciting day in the Care of Magical Creatures.
Was on my way to the library this afternoon when I ran into a sulky, monosyllabic Sirius. He did not have much to say and I didn't press. It wasn't the time nor the place. We did agree to talk at the weekend, though I admit that I am not much looking forward to it. It's very easy to imagine it's 1975 again and Sirius and I are having a row about his latest prank on Severus. He would pout and sulk his way back into my good graces and eventually I would cave in and we'd be all right again, trotting off after James to raid the kitchen or torment some first-years.
It was always like that with us back then, but it isn't now. Not anymore.
Spoke by fire with Narcissa last night, and as frazzled as the poor dear seemed she was still very gracious when I asked her advice on something. I think she was grateful for the distraction. At any rate I came away from the chat quite a bit wiser, and I hope that she was a little calmer. She needs to get away from being away, I think.
Ah, Severus is here with my potion. I think I'll keep him around for a quick bit of chess. I'm not really very tired tonight and he looks surly. Perfect.
